Heavenly Tang Brocad

At the very first hour of dawn, the vast city of Chang'an seemed like an ancient behemoth slumbering in the darkness.,At this moment, a young maid of twelve or thirteen years old ran over and "thud" knelt before Fang Xuanling. Her knees sank instantly into the inch-thick snow.,I blame myself for not discovering the second young master's whereabouts in time. The maid cried so sadly, her tears were like pear blossoms in the rain.。